Drowning in Numbers

Flickering, out of nothingness, There was something, There is, smouldering. Never having ceding thought, I became the flint, The spark, the fire. 1, 2, 1,… A steady rhythm for one month, There was another┬ásomething, Subtle, insidious, unrevealing, A silent killer. Sauntering, He was about to become the forlorn ghost, Waning back from where it came […]

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